August 2012
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“This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via pavorst)
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this american dream
it all started with golden pavement.
we walked along the salty, crowned seasides searching for a naked, fertile earth
and when we found one,
when we found a great green patch of lovely,
we thrust a stick deep into the wellsprings of the deserts
and built ourselves a wishing well out of hope
we wished for freeness
and we wished for love
we wished for peace and silence and some
of us...
